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2012-01-05T09:22:00.002-05:00

haih

ingat aku dok obersea, muka aku ni cap duit ke.
main sedap dok pesan barang
pesan plak semua mahai2

"nanti ko balik aku bayar la"

bertahun ... haram sesen pun tarak

heck!!

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and those who wanted to make business with me

"ko beli lah t-shirt nike, adidas, callaway tapi kena jual rege RM50 satu, tak boleh nak jual mahal2"

heck!!!

satu t-shirt costs me CAN$30. ~RM100 tu. dah la suruh aku belikan, modai aku, untung bahagi 2.

TAPI untung apa, RM$50 tu, nak bayar kat aku RM$25.

Apa kata ko beli sendiri harga sebenar, lepas tu ko jual lah harga RM$5 pun.

Tau plak diam.CAKAP la CAKAP la ..nak CAKAP sgt

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Excuse my word. Memang FUCK la this kinda peeps.

a two of us

2011-12-17T22:44:00.001-05:00

after a decade

still strong

much happier

way older

I love you honey, Happy 10th anniversary and many more to come

2011-12-11T20:21:00.001-05:00

Ya Allah
ubatilah rinduku padanya
tabahkanlah hatiku demi meniti hari hadapan
tahanlah airmataku dr mengalir dikala keseorangan
tenanglah jiwaku bila meronta

Ya Allah
tempatlah dia dikalangan binatang yg Kau sayang

I tried to do most deeds so I can increase my chances to see her in heaven

O ya Allah, if I am not good enough for your Jannah, please let me see her at the door of Jannah Firdaus.

I want to tell her how sorry I am for not searching for her body soon enough. for not taking care of her body.

Anyau please forgive mummy

2011-12-03T21:57:00.001-05:00

i am a year older.

Nobody in this world would be able to give what I am wishing for except for Allah AWT

but i know it's not likely to happen

Thank you for dearest friends and M for making me smiles

Ya Allah only you know how much i try to ~~pretend~~ be happy

:(

Mummy miss you sayang. there's a huge void since you been gone

2011-11-27T19:36:00.001-05:00

Ya Allah kurniakanlah kesabaranku seperti kesabaran Nabi Ayub A.S

Innanillahiwainnailahirojiun

2011-11-26T19:35:00.001-05:00

After 7 years and almost 2 months, our little princess, Anyau, had left us. We will always remember her as our lovely furry daughter who loves clean and fresh water, loves to purr especially when she's alone and definitely loves us very very much. likewise.

We couldnt trace her body though, what's only left her decomposed body. no miracle can bring her dead body back. and I cant turn back time. I have to move on and carry the memory with me till my last breath.

I wished she will grow old with us, share more happy and sad memories, be part of Insyaa Allah our growing family. My future children will love her as much as we love her.likewise.

It just a wishful thinking.

It is a closure to know that she's in a better place. at least, as is today, I stopped looking out the door wishing her meowing outside to get in, I stopped calling out her name.

But I dont stop praying, I dont stop kissing her picture again and again.

my heart ache with bitterness. But I know she doesnt want me to feel that way. she doesnt like to see me sad and I will try not to be sad for her sake.

when things happen like this, one thing comes to mind. I thought I am sad I dont have money, I dont have job, but I dont cry if I dont have money, nor job. I dont cry cause i have what's most matter, my family.

Anyau, it is very difficult for me to let you go especially like this.

Thank you for junior, bart, hitam and dumdum.

Thank you for loving me. Please come visit me in my dreams. I miss to kiss your stinky mouth and soft fur.

I know you are in a better place. give Puff a hug for me.

I love you Tiny.

Loss

2011-11-25T19:45:00.001-05:00

Anyau went missing for almost 2 weeks. I never stopped making dua ever since.

For last couple days/nites, I went berserk searching her high and low. I stopped every one on the street asking and wondering they might have seen or spotted her. Ya Allah, I never felt this painful after ayah and puff died.

when i was at walk-in clinic, a guy called me and told that he saw a gray cat laying flat dead at the corner not far from my house. He looked at the poster I've posted at the bus stand and he was fairly sure it was Anyau.

It was almost 10 days ago and it was the street I take everyday to drop M. How can I missed her?

and the City said that they didnt pick up any dead animal around my neighborhood yet. A wild fox ate her cold body?

or a kind heart took her tiny body home and gave her a proper burial.

Ya Allah, if you accept all my small deeds before, I beg you please please repay me by bringing her back.

I still cant stop crying. I tried to, i try to gain some patience that I dont have. I really want her back

If she's no longer here at least ya Allah let me see her body. kiss her for a very last time. savor her last smell.

Tiny mummy, thank you so much for such a great joy you have given me this 7 years. Thank you for the endless company. Thank you for the tender stroke when I was down with tears. Thank you for always be by my side during solat jemaah and lending me your ears when I am reciting koran. Thank you for be my avid listener when I poured my heart out. Thank you for the warmth when I was cold. Thank you for sleeping beside me all day and not even bother to eat when I was sick and had to be on bed all day.

Thank you Sayang. Mummy loves Anyau. Anyau loves Mummy. forever and ever.

I am still praying and always will for you to come home my tiny princess.

2011-11-15T21:47:00.001-05:00

i miss anyau very badly.

Ya Allah please bring her back to me

before and after

2011-11-10T09:27:00.002-05:00

I am an avid reader to few traveler's blogs.
During my younger years, I would not miss a bit to any opportunity to travel, let it be abroad or just local places.
I in fact started to travel alone since at a tender age of 18.

And I did continue that hobby with best friend and sister no.1

But after I got married, M pretty much err emm only travels in certain condition. Backpack or cheap motels and hotels is out of question.
So not freaking me.

Nevertheless, how much I thought I am so missing to travel to interesting places, the feeling is not as strong as wanting to go for Haj.

Honestly, besides going back to Malaysia, the only place that I would die to go now is Mecca Al Mukaramah, to be the guest of Allah AWT.
Not an umrah but Haj. Please ya Allah , please make it soon. Amiinnn

2011-11-01T22:38:00.001-04:00

we never know where our life will lead us to

the dreams
the plan
the reality

maybe it's all for the best. but i dont have the energy to keep up with the current

2011-10-20T21:49:00.001-04:00

pak mentuaku makan dalca as a soup.

errr.. nak tegur ke tak nak

tsk tsk.. layan jelah ba

An apple a day, keep the doctor away

2011-10-15T21:01:00.002-04:00

I have a full basket of apple given by Mrs Z and Madam shahab. I am thinking to bake couple of apple pies to adik2 supir and tukang2 masak on the picnic day. Anyway, since amma and appa visiting day is approaching soon, aint sure that i will have the time to cook and deliver.

If there's a rizq, then an apple pie will definitely show up at their front door

so I baked my safe recipes of apple bundt cake and classic apple pie. baked-proof but the pie crust a bit tricky. Praise to Allah, today it turned as what I always hoping for.

~update~

Ingredients

* 5 jumbo-sized eggs, separated

* 1 cup buttermilk

* 2 CUP butter, plus 1 tablespoon, for pan

* 3 cups cake flour, plus 2 tablespoons, for pan

* 1 Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored and diced into 1/8-inch pieces ( I used 3 in-seasoned apples)

* 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

* 1 teaspoon lemon juice

* 2 1/2 cups sugar, divided

* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

* 1 teaspoon lemon extract

* 3 teaspoons baking powder

* Special equipment: 10-inch Bundt cake pan

Directions

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Let the eggs, milk and butter come to room temperature on the counter before beginning. (Butter goes on the counter last.)
Butter the Bundt pan with 1 tablespoon of butter, then add 2 tablespoons of flour and shake and tap to coat the interior of the pan; set aside.
Put the diced apples in a bowl with the cinnamon and lemon juice.
In a large bowl or stand mixer add the butter and 2 cups of sugar and beat until smooth.
Add the egg yolks, 1 at a time, and blend to completely incorporate before adding the next.The mixture will become very light in color.
Add the buttermilk and the extracts and mix to combine.
Stir in 3 cups of flour along with the baking powder and stir until incorporated.
In a separate clean dry bowl, whisk egg whites until foamy,then add the remaining 1/2 cup of sugar and whisk until shiny and soft peaks form when removing the whisk from the whites.
Gently fold this into the cake batter. Pour half of the batter into the prepared pan.
Arrange the apples in the center of the ring all the way around, being sure they don't touch the outer or inner edge of the pan.
Pour in the remaining batter and bake for 1 hour and 30 minutes.
Remove the cake from the oven and cool completely.
Put a large plate or cake plate on top of the pan, then holding both together,flip them so that the curved bottom of the Bundt pan is on the top and the plate is resting on a flat surface.
Slowly remove the pan from the cake by lifting it straight up. Slice and serve.

Something to ponder

2011-10-14T14:03:00.000-04:00

What the Quran says about Places of Worship Source: Anas Zubedy
http://letusaddvalue.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-bob-agency-what-quran-says-about.html

I grew up accustomed to Chinese drums and Hindu temple bells and the experience made me a Muslim who loves the Quran more than any other book in the world.

Let me tell you why …

I grew up at Fettes Park Penang, Evergreen Road to be exact.

From Fettes Road turning into Evergreen Road, you will need to battle a short slope uphill where we kids would need to paddle standing up while riding our bicycles and where many ladies would jump off to push theirs till the road flattens 10 meters ahead – about 100 meters later you will pass my house, house number 14.

There is an empty space almost triangular in shape where the two roads meet. At the centre of that empty land stood a large tall leafy bee infested tree with red colored nuts sprouting from the branches. On one side of the empty land was a row of shop-houses. On its corner lot wall the words NEW BOB AGENCY in red bold capital letters greeted the Fettes Park community for many years. So we call that little corner piece of land - Bob Agency. Across the road to Bob Agency stood two temples; one Chinese and the other a Hindu one.

Bob Agency for the better part of the year was left empty but the piece of land comes alive twice a year when the Chinese temple organize Chinese Operas ( Teng Lang Kho Tai) especially during the Hungry Ghost Festivals. Usually the first two days it would be the Chinese Opera (we use to call it Tong Tong Tong Cheng! Show) and followed by a second two days of modern bands belting the latest Chinese numbers and some popular western songs (I love it when the emcee announced something like “ Andy Gibb chang terk, Shallow Lancing!” ).

Each year the temple committee, both Hindu and Chinese will go house to house to request donation either for the upkeep, repair and temple improvement or for projects like the Hungry Ghost festivals or Thaipusam. Each time my Mom will ask me to tell them politely that as Muslims we cannot donate to a ‘To Kong’. (Besides, we actually did not have any extra cash anyway! Ha!ha!)

They too were polite and understanding and just moved away wishing me thank you regardless. I did not question my mom’s reasoning as I took it as true; not until 1977 when the Penang State Government was building the Penang State Mosque. I was 13.

It was announced that Loh Boon Siew the big Tau Keh of Penang donated RM 1 Million to the building of the state mosque. But wait a minute. We cannot give but we can take? That does not sound right and downright unfair. My mom had no answers so; I had to bring it up during agama class in school. After all, it will not be the first time I was asked to leave the class anyway- so what’s another period of wondering around the school (my eldest sister was not allowed to be in agama class at all during certain years in her school life !!!).

Honestly, I was not a bad boy. In fact I won the agama prize for being top in school twice. But I had questions that needed real solid answers. And, I do not give up easily!

Poor Ustazah. I asked her if I could donate to temples and her answer was a firm ‘No’. We can’t give but we can accept? I told her that my religion sounds unfair and I cannot accept her answer as my Grand Dad told me Islam is the most just religion in the world.

I refused to accept the answer and kept on harping on the RM 1 million from Loh Boon Siew. Finally she relented and said that if we were to give any donations to the ‘To Kong’, we must ‘niat’ that it is money we ‘ buang ke dalam sungai’. I told her ‘Ustazah dah merepet’.

She was by then in tears and it did not help that my classmates were cheering with drum beats – thumping the table top. She rushed out of the class and the rank cheered, the class went into the usual rumpus of school boys without supervision… but it did not last for long.

She returned with Ustaz Mahayudin, whom we were all scared shit of! And he was not alone; he brought his friend a handsomely meter long rotan. He banged the rotan on the teacher’s table a few times, we were dead silent. He uttered a few words of warning, and left. (Actually Ustaz Mahayudin was a kind and nice man, in fact I have never seen him use the rotan on anyone. I had good conversations with him, and he allowed differing opinions although he was worried of my constant questioning of the status quo. He treated Non-Muslims kindly too, and, always with respect).

I did not get my answer until my university days when I took to reading the Quran and Muslim history for myself. I discovered that the Quran suggested,

'WOE UNTO THOSE who give short measure: those who, when they are to receive their due from [other] people, demand that it be given in full, but when they have to measure or weigh whatever they owe to others, give less than what is due! Do they not know that they are bound to be raised from the dead? [and called to account] on an awesome Day (Quran 83: 1-5)

I also discovered that early Muslim leaders created a peaceful environment so that people from the various faiths can practice their way of life. In fact state money was used to build, repair and support the building of not just the mosque but also Non- Muslim places of worship. The Muslim army has a duty to defend all places of worship as the Quran commands,

(They are) those who have been expelled from their homes in defiance of right,- (for no cause) except that they say, "our Lord is God.. Did not God check one set of people by means of another, there would surely have been pulled down monasteries, churches, synagogues, and mosques, in which the name of God is commemorated in abundant measure. God will certainly aid those who aid his (cause);- for verily God is full of Strength, Exalted in Might, (able to enforce His Will).( Quran 22:40)

Back in the mid 90s I decided to buy a condo unit at Sunway area. Beside the wonderful square swimming pool, the other attractions were a Hindu and Chinese temple right in front of the guard house and a mosque just behind the corner. In the morning you can hear the azan, the temple bells and every now and then I get to smell Chinese incense bringing me back memories of growing up in Fettes Park and Bob Agency. The only missing link was a church :(

Each morning, each evening, each nite – each day that condo where I stayed for a good many years reminds me of another Quranic announcement. It is as though the Quran spoke to me directly,

To thee We sent the Scripture in truth, confirming the scripture that came before it, and guarding it in safety: so judge between them by what God hath revealed, and follow not their vain desires, diverging from the Truth that hath come to thee. To each among you have we prescribed a law and an open way? If God had so willed, He would have made you a single people, but (His plan is) to test you in what He hath given you: so strive as in a race in all virtues. The goal of you all is to God. it is He that will show you the truth of the matters in which ye dispute (Quran 5:48)

Thank You Bob Agency, Thank You Evergreen Road, Thank You Fettes Park, Thank You Penang, Thank You Malaysia!

Thank you for helping see the world the way God wanted me to see it.

Thank You God.

blood test

2011-10-14T14:00:00.002-04:00

i had a blood test today. as it always a quick one, i curios how ~~short~~long it is to extract the blood out of my body, so, i timed it.

guess how long it takes from inserting the needle into my vein to fill up 1 tube?!!

10 seconds

tu dia.. i think if someone slit my throat (God forbid), my blood will gush like a bellagio fountain.. oiii

p/s cik aimi saya tidak lupa hutang saya

2011-10-05T14:48:00.001-04:00

Ya Allah permudahkan perjalanan hidupku dan urusan hidupku di duniaMu ini.

Amin Amin Ya Rabbil A'lamin

last name

2011-10-04T23:03:00.002-04:00

i read a post about ning baizura putting her husband's family name as hers too.
Seriously, I really have no issue with it whatsoever. it's not wrong in Islam and hey kawin mat salleh khennnn.

Usually I dont comment in gossip column cause I dont see any point at all but my fingers were so gatai when some of the forumers said how important it is to have the husband's family name for the sake of official matters.

what a load of crap

your wedding certificate is more than enough for any official matters out there especially over here in North America.

I dont know what's the fuss with the name change. most of my canadian or American female friends ( yes, they are my varsity buddies) , well I shall say, ALL, dont change their name after they exchanged the vows.

Infact , I was in the heated discussion among 15 women who discussed about the last name. of course, the asians who happened to marry mat salleh were literally stood firm on their ground on why they have to have their husband's surname. others, well, err , hmmm with higher education (I dont talk about only a master's degree okay) or with impressive professional background, only wanted to be known by their maiden name.

and the minority who has nothing under their belt aka me and few others were inclined to be on neutral zone.

well, my personal experience. I dont change my last name. some people called Madame or Mrs A, which is M's family name and all my official letters are written Ms.B ( my father's name). I married for almost a decade. my male friends who are possessive type are not happy with my decision of no family name's change and not even wearing a wedding band, but my feminist friends, they all hi-fived me. and M, he didnt give a rat arse about it. infact he told me, you are who you were, either before or after we married. Although most of the time, people thought we are boyfriend girlfriend, or friend but it didnt make my life any difficult.

oh boy

2011-10-03T21:07:00.001-04:00

M and I are working hard, literally, to get the bun cooked in the oven.oh well! it's not that fun.Please bear in mind, we are an old and lazy couple where kiss now become a peck, and hugs become a tug.but love is still there people!i hope :Plast time when we met dr H, he told us, my chances to get pregnant from 14% now become 3%.M and I looked at each other; and burst out with laughter.I think we both dont really care anymore if we have children or not. we just place it on Allah's hand

2011-10-03T08:28:00.000-04:00

aku pulak yg sakit. must've been catching the hospital bugs

Bantu Membantu

2011-10-02T09:48:00.001-04:00

A friend was admitted to the hospital. being thousands miles away from family and home, it was pretty much hard on her emotionally.On the day she was admitted, a very kind friend of hers called me that she got warded.When I went there, I was very touched to see how A & I treated her. she vomited lots and had massive headache, A and I were tending her with sisterly love and care. Masyaa AllahIt reminds me of Pomona's gal.hmmm.. i got misty eyes now

2011-09-22T14:33:00.000-04:00

i have no idea how big maher zain is in Malaysia but from the word of mouth, he is. same goes with sami yusufi tried to listen to his music or their music in youtube. hmmm not really my cup of tea.I root for madrasah Al Juneid.

HAri RaYA

2011-09-21T13:20:00.001-04:00

let's the pic do all the talks, ya!

...............oh too bad, that's the only onehaiyaaa

2011-09-12T13:54:00.002-04:00

when i saw one of my ol' buddies wrote in her album: lunch with bff

I paused and pondered - man, I have no bff

neither here nor back home.

those I know now whom physically can be reached, I spare some space.

It's impossible for me to put some trust like i used to

no wonder my happiness is going down to drain

taraweeh

2011-09-11T20:14:00.003-04:00

After I left tanahair, not a single taraweeh I've performed in the mosque.

the distance, the convenience, the class , all the excuses in the world.

After I got married, I didnt go to masjid too.

Although my heart was aching to go hand in hand with beloved M, he was not into it.

This year, Allah AWT answered my prayer.

It started with a neighbor brought M to the masjid nearby.

On the first night of Ramadhan, he came home with sourly face. Yes, taraweeh, let alone fasting during summer, was very tiring. Performing 20 rakaats ( he had too cause his ride is a second man to the imam) only done after midnight.

Poor my baby. May Allah rewards him with thousand more barakahs.

I didnt go because of the red flag.

but Allah AWT knows, how happy I was on the first night I went to the masjid to perform teraweeh. of course, my knees were a bit shaky during the first rakaat due to the long reading, but I enjoyed every bit of it.

not until I went to the big mosque. I dont understand arabic but the reading was so powerful and very move, i got misty eyes.

I noticed how people is getting advanced with technology. The jemaah were using Ipad or tabs to read the quran. Of course, few makcik had the biggest quran ever laid infront of them.

that was a good practice cause by recite the surah during taraweeh, we will not get sleepy.

it's a juzu' every night. the reading can be pretty long each rakaat.

I cant wait for next year. Ya Allah, please bless me and my family and friends another year of healthy life so we can meet Ramadhan al Kareem again

emo yg ntah hapa2

2011-09-08T23:57:00.004-04:00

I dont fancy title or wealth but I fancy good heart and awesome manners.

but again, what's up with people with all these flashy bling bling, and oh-well detached house and fancy cars.

can people just lighten up and life is not just about that.

and what's up with title??!!

why malaysians are so hard up with this stupid status conscious.

it was really annoying when people correcting me addressing my relatives' name without their whatever title infront of their name.

Are you kidding me?!!

and why people like to tell stories about their bro or sis with a need to tell what they are doing for living.

I dont freaking care dude, if he or she a freaking neuro-physics scientist who won nobel prize 220 times.

alahaiiiiii...aku buhsan ok

Perpisahan

2011-09-07T09:24:00.003-04:00

Yesterday, I received a parcel from Nana. It was unexpected parcel. being uber-sensitive, I cried my heart out when I read her card.

I never thought that I actually really really miss the gals.

The reason I didnt write anything about them or puff because I cant write about it without break into tears.

my chest felt heavy, I cant breathe when I think of them. the thought that they are no longer with me. No more laughter, cracking silly jokes which never make any senses, complaints left and right, nagging me with their annoying texts of "akak cun masak apa hari ini?" and all the culinary demands.

whatever it is. I love them. despite the feud or misunderstandings, we braced them all through and make our friendship stronger. I dont make a friend, I make a sister. a younger sister I never had. not one but a lot. too much on the plate, yes. but you dont choose your sister, they come in package where you have to accept the way they are. good or bad.

Oh God I missed them. after 4 years or literally 6 years with them like a dog's tail, the journey has come to its end. Yeah, I cried weeks, and I even cry now. My annoying younger sisters.

Celebrating Eid this year is tough and difficult to not mentioned any of their names. I felt a huge void, yes, thank God for a few adik2 that came over and help over. They are not that difficult cause there are no dramas. yes my younger sisters who had left me are drama queens materially type. probably because of that, the memories are too painful to safely keep in the corner. too painful to bid adieu.

I know they have brighter future ahead, I will be a piece of memories of their past. they will meet more interesting people and they will be one the interesting people themselves.
I pray for the best, pray for the God's endless blessings bestow upon them. I pray for their joys and happier future and beautiful family. Cause my beautifuls, you were my joys and I am blessed to have you as a part of my life.

Thank you my sisters darling. I love you all very much and I will forever miss you.

2011-08-19T05:15:00.002-04:00

I am busy with stuff - necessary and unnecessary.

I am a home alone wife cause M is a very busy man. New job, new with extra job description.

A lot of things to write but time flies with nothing happen.

i became derailed with a lot of things. need to pick up myself back and be on track

nick name

2011-07-06T00:30:00.003-04:00

M usually call me by the name my family and close friends call me. then one day , over one incident, he started to call me a new-more-lovey-dovey nick name

although it was pretty much by my request, God knows how much I loathe it.

why?! coz it reminds me the stupid thing i did in the past.

I called my friend's husband with that nickname without knowingly it stands for Baby.

yes, i called him infront of his wife and his FAMILY and nobody said anything until one day I asked the wife what's his real name.

aiyoooo...cringed cringed

harulah hang ahkak chun

Offspring

2011-04-26T00:06:00.003-04:00

While few times I had a dream that we had a daughter, M's dream was the opposite.

On one morning, I woke M and told him about my dream

AC: hey, last nite I had a dream of our daughter
M: oh yeah?!!
AC: hell yeah, she has locks like yours and has dimples too
M: DIMPLES?!! OH NOOOO.. Not a malaysian baby

cheh

bahasa kita

2011-04-06T09:48:00.002-04:00

I am not the most linguistic person. I speak crappy english, barely speak good french and speak malay with northern dialect. But I know good cursing sentences in various language though, enough to make my eyes popped when someone has a foul-mouthed.

Having said that, I met quite a number of my countrymen errkk countrywomen who somehow have the difficulties to speak their mother tongue because of their out of country current resident.

Slalunya pompuan aja yg mengada lebih2 nih. bajet best lidah tergeliat

I never thought that the idiom " melayu mudah lupa" is actually freaking TRUE.

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I was back home yearsss ago and visited my previous rented apartment and ex-housemate. It seemed that my room has few tenanst after I left. My ex-hm was very generous and bought me few durians to welcome my visit. we shared the juicy durians with some of her roommate who I've met earlier but gave me a cold shoulder as if I am just another high school pompuan kampung keja kilang.
ex-HM: terra lagi hang makan durian noo.. abang makan ka?
AC: awat tak terra pulak, bukannya branak keluaq kot perut omputih. Dia makan ja tp tutup hidung sampai biru muka
Snob: (with an astonished face) akak ni dok obersea ka?
ex-HM: ni orang Canada nih..dok dah lebih 5 tahun
I just keep quiet cause I dont feel comfortable telling people about me
Snob: oh ya ka? boleh lagi noo cakap melayu, makan makanan kita. kak saya kawin dgn canadian, nak cakap melayu pun dah tak reti dah.. susah la dia nak cakap.. makan makanan melayu ni lagi la.. kalau durian ni jenuh dok tutup hidung dok kata bau busuk ( and she said with proud ok)
AC: (dgn muka yg penuh kehairanan) kak hang dah tinggai kat canada lama dah ka?
Snob: Ada la kot setahun

mind you she lives where the Asians are flocking every corner of the city.

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haiiih.. Melayu oh melayu!

I wonder why the Malaysian are so hard up with the slang or the north American accent until they literally twisted their tongue when they speak Malays. Bukan tak boleh tp saja . Sometimes I wondered if these people were actually in other country like India or China, are they going to speak with Indian or Chinese accent?? The exactly as what they accentuated what english have done to their mother tongue.

Nak sangat aku tgk, tergeleng2 tak kepala hangpa cakap melayu slang india

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Yes- I am fed up with people who said, " oh sorry , i dah tak reti cakap melayu"

and correcting me the correct way to pronouce "water" with emphasizing on T and wa become whoaTerr

gimme bloody freaking break. where I used to live for 4 years, we said water with silent T, but again aku ni muka belacan. I said water like typical malays and my American born friends have no problem understand it and dont even bother to correct it.

lu pikirlah sendiri dont call yourself Malaysian if you ashamed to be one

~~~~~~~

Tangan Perosak

2011-04-04T10:33:00.002-04:00

M gave me a samsung Galaxy for my birthday/anniversary gift last december. However I managed to wreck it yesterday.

M (with muka bengang nak mati while fixing my android) : I dont know what's wrong with you. you like to break things eh!
M (tak puah hati lagi): u broke your laptop, you broke the pots, you broke the chairs

Dengan pantas ahkak chun memeluk somi terchenta dgn terhegeh2nya

Nak buat macamana kalau dah tangan perosak

2011-03-31T08:08:00.002-04:00

I finally get hold of mak after 3 weeks. she had a new cell but she doesnt know how to use it. Dont blame her, I was too, frustrated with Samsung during our early days.
Berjejak kasih bagai and my usual topic with mak is what I've cooked for today

Since I invited few friends over to my house for luncheon, I excitedly talked about dishes I have cooked. Suddenly, mak asked me for my Mee udang recipe
Vangga mek nokkss

And this is not the first time she asked me for recipes.

I wished I live near to her so I can cook for her instead.

Elle me manque trop :(

2011-03-28T22:22:00.000-04:00

bila nak kerja nih??!!

I want that PRADA bagggg

aiiihhhh

racism

2011-03-26T20:56:00.000-04:00

When I looked at youtube of Ms Wallace making a remarks to Asian students, I laughed to tears.

Of course it reminds me back how Jerry and I were talking about the Asians in the library and Lamborghini.

Yes you read it right LAMBORGHINI.

needless to say, talking to the phone in the library wasnt as bad as talking in the class where the prof is lecturing. But again, lucky that I was in the class where girls are only numbered, men can be so up front said to that fella face "Shut the f*** up and turn off your cell"

but again that fella is not necessary Asian :) but it could be ;)

~~~~~~

but talking ching chong to the phone in the library, didnt bother me as much. my favorites are when people farts but lifting up their buttocks from the chair in the library ( ofcourse they didnt think we see that), and picking nose while driving freaking expensive car. I am so going to sanitize whenever I drive a second ahnd car.

And now I cant get my head out with this song

drebar

2011-03-25T20:37:00.002-04:00

everybody knows I am M's royal supir.

My usually morning routine if M feels like to go to the office, I will drive him.

And as a normal couple, we talk, which leads, often to bicker. and then I feel like to kick him out of the car and make him walk in the middle of the parkway.

Then, one day, Mrs H told me how she complained to her husband that they dont spend time talking to each other anymore since the husband sends the daughter to school in, comes back home, and get ready to the office.

Having said that, I should consider myself lucky cause at least, I have that an half hour, to and fro, talking to M, no matter what it is.

~~~~~~

one day in the car, we had a small argument. Well, we tend to say something hurtful when we upset. I said something nasty to M which ending up he slammed the door and I didnt bother to look at his face. Realized that I was being a jerk. I texted him to apologize. 1/2 hr later, he texted me back

"sorry for what. I am used to it"

cheh

2011-03-24T22:10:00.002-04:00

I told M that i want to continue studies in UK if we were ever go to EU. then again, we are not there yet, hence, no school.

Inside me still berperang

Can I make it? can i maintain the good grades? Can I stand the exam pressure again?

Would i be happy with the choices I make?

2011-03-13T23:11:00.002-04:00

Ijust watched news about the tsunami's survivor in Japan. A lady from other city came to Sindai to find her mom;s whereabout.

After searching high and low all shelters around Sindai, she finally found her.

I just cant imagine the feeling when she united with her mother.

just a thought, would any of my family looked for me if, God forbid, I am one of them :S

Perlukah?

2011-02-21T23:49:00.003-05:00

I was patronized with the cold shoulders from the relatives and friends.

Seriously, I give up and fed up of trying to be a good sister.

Conclusively, people should wished that they are my friends rather than my by blood-kin cause I am super duper sucks at being one.

I always joke with M, if I already dead for 10 years, I know forsure, nobody would notice or bother to care.

No one would miss me except mak and M.

Out of this world, only TWO people who think that I make their lives more meaningful. who i know forsure would talk about me and miss me when I am long gone.

Same ol' same ol'

2011-01-24T11:27:00.004-05:00

I was so lazy to update my blog. Not that I have a lot of things to say.

I've been noticing that this lately I was so super duper sensitive.

I tear up for no reason. M's jokes sounded so cynical. feeling so blues, give the winter an extra cold.

Nak mati dah ke ni?

Maybe I had a midlife crisis before getting to midlife age yet. Probably I felt helpless after 30ish years of living what I have contribute; to myself, to household, to family and to society. I got really fedup when I talked to mak and she unselfconsciously made a remarks of how dependent my life to M despite all the degrees.

I started to regret for not continue PhD. but again it's all money oriented. the passion is not there nor now but I was motivated when I saw people who is a wife and a mother doing it.

but life is funny, when I decided to do something that will make my life miserably stuck for another good 4 years, M will get a very good offer and he will let it go just for me.

AND I DONT WANT THAT to happen again . EVER

but after 3 years look where and how I am now

Am i any happier? Are we moving up somewhere?

If this a test, ya Allah tabahkanlah hatiku.

For time had passed

2011-01-01T16:55:00.004-05:00

When most people toasted each other and partying all night on new year's eve, a good friend of M was battling with his life. A bile cancer is taken its toll on him. his life is just hours away.

Once a 6 footer with athletic body and smile that can lit up the whole room, now is so frail and succumb to oxygen support and an I.V

I looked at his wife and tried to empathy her situation. Masyaa Allah she is a strong lady. I cannot imagine if I were in her shoes. With 2 young children under aged of 10. Very close to the father.

Technically, although I have lost ayah, I didnt have much of experience dealing with close friends, relatives or family who is terminally ill. I've gone through the post-experience of loss but not the pre-experience. Ayah was in his best shape after 4 days in his worse before he passed away. Iwasnt there when he 'at the moment'.

While M, he yet to experience a loss or 'at the moment'. It must be a terrible thing to go through for first timer.

Looking through for a lot of events, canceled and delay, I thank Allah for things happen for reason.

F - Looking at you bedridden like that, it takes a miracle for you to be a healthy you again but I will not give up to pray for you, I wish you to be healthy again, if not I hope you will go in peace.

L- I admire your courage. Be strong.

:)

2010-12-18T20:19:00.004-05:00

I thanked God for you as the one that I spend life with

Thank you for always be there
Thank you for always wanting to be there
Thank you for sharing the laughter
Thank you for the morning hugs even if you're mad
Thank you for thanking me for each meal I cooked
Thank you for being the best man for me
Thank you for after all these years,you make me feel loved no less

I love you and always

Happy Anniversary love

2010-12-18T20:12:00.002-05:00

Yesterday was my 9th wedding anniversary. This time I didnt forget.

There's reason why I didnt. tak bleh cakap la nanti kantoi

~~~~

the other day, M and I watched hellboy II and in the movie, Hellboy and Abe sang Barry Manilow's I cant smile

When M and I living apart, there were times he was a romantic silly and sent me some lagu lah

I think u guys pretty much can guess at least one of the few

but as an oldie as he looks now, he sang this song to me... aiyoooo so groovy k

2010-12-10T10:38:00.002-05:00

I watched the simpson the other day. the simpsons moved out from springfield and Homer got a new job. During the office tour, the boss asked him

Boss: why do want to work here, Homer?
Homer: Because I love to work with you
Boss: My butt is for sitting , not for kissing.

Whurrdd!!

Indeed it is.

Out of sight, out of mind

2010-12-10T10:29:00.002-05:00

Must be the hormone pills.

my mood swings like a whirlwind tornado.

and am feeling all blues

and frustrated

~~~~~

I should not continue writing coz I have nothing nice to say

Nur Kasih

2010-12-09T11:10:00.003-05:00

More than a year ago, few friends encouraged me to watch NurKasih.

Aku bab drama melayu nih ada sket kurang lah beb.

I so cannot tahan all the meraung, skrip ntah hapa2 .. and romantic yg tak logik

Recently, i told myself why dont I give it a try.

Mencariklah di youtube

I couldnt find the episodes in the youtube but one thing forsure, there 26 episodes of them.

Kalau tgk bila masa nak abis nih

I found this website, and the blogger was so nice to write write a spoiler of each episode.

I finished all 26 episodes in less than half hour without having to watch the drama, the tears, etc etc

Mon fete d'aniversaire

2010-12-07T12:38:00.002-05:00

In the morning,M gave me a big hug and he gave me a hand sign like a blinking light.

I was like , what the hell is that

He didnt say anything and we just do the morning cuddles. until it's time to take a shower, I said sadly, " u r forgetting something".

And M replied, "NO! I told you happy birthday with my fingers. there are ballons"

yeah rite!

2010-12-07T12:28:00.001-05:00

Kissy kissy after kawin ya.. :)

I missed walking along Santa Monica Beach.. hmm

p/s syaf- ingat tak mamat mereng dlm sub yg hang kata "sayang hensem tp gila". the guy in this video cam muka diakan..hahahah

Mes amours

2010-11-14T17:12:00.006-05:00

Kejam kah aku??!!

2010-11-05T10:51:00.003-04:00

Few nites ago I was talking to Alkisahnya. In the midst of our conversation, he said that sometimes he needs someone opposite sex to share some personal emotion-related matter with.

NOT his mom nor ME!!

Actually, I was thinking of someone else instantly when he uttered those sentences.

After graduating, P and I heading north for job opportunity. Of course, we became a good friend.

On one nite, in a wee hours of morning to be exact, when I was deep asleep to a fantastic dream, I was awake by a phone call from P.

I was pretty upset of course, but hey nothing beats the brotherhood ( my classmates didnt bother to consider me as a female friend, anyway).

P wanted to pour his heart out about the kekasih dilemma he was having and he needed a comfort from a person who will tenderly empathy the vulnerable and delicate feelings.

Err..hmmm.. all what I could remember the comfort words I used to ease his painful feeling

*Padan muka hang!! * Yang hang p gatai mengorat tu pasai pa *Gatai p korek lubang kuboq hang sendiri bokpa * Nasib hang la

He hung up by saying," Nyampah aku cakap ko ni, bukan bg aku rasa lega pun"

I continued my sleep without a slight of guilt

My oh My

2010-10-26T12:16:00.003-04:00

An old friend add me on her FB recently. As my FB profile shows the image of M and I, she replied to me, " Cita2 hang nak kawin omputih dpt gak na"

Oh if she ever knew what I was going through years before meeting Monsieur.

Had I wish to marry non malay. Maybe. but had I wish not to marry at all . YES DEFINITELY!!

During my teen and early tween years. 2 things I loathed ; Men and Children.

I have a lot of penpals, yes. but most of them are girls.

But again, (if I had the 'cita2'), it was pretty much faded when I got to know some quality lads in Itm.

Faded as in completely washed away.

And who knows , the table turns, and the karma came and bite me in the arse real hard.

I was not really the quality Malay/Malaysian lads' cup of tea.

And I was not really ready for L.O.V.E. I didnt have a degree under my belt yet and all I wanted was to see the WORLD if not the universe.

But to work in the manufacturing industry would not offer much and IN FACT, it made me feel my biological clock is ticking twice faster.

And sharing a room with two hot babes who went missing almost every night dating. No TV, zilch entertainment, except for the giggles from the next door's spinsters watching Kuch Kuch Ho Ta Hai and hearing them gasped for air when their hearthrob Shahrukh Khan flashing a smile on Tv screen, I pretty much desperately wanted to settle for any man.

And I was only 22. kann ayaq gatai dah naik ke kepala

~~~~~~

Among all my friends, be it female or male, they pretty much know that I never had any asmara relationship. Thanks to my principle - Say NO to bf and gf thingy and the ideal age to get married is at 35, it dons to prolong my celibacy.

but few concerned friends, tried to hook me up.

IT WAS BAD. REALLY REALLY BAD

I was duped after 1st date.

and with hurtful comments too

Tak lawa. Hitam. Gemuk. Huduh.
Tak mau pegang tangan. soh peluk tak mau.

Hello aku bini kau ke??!! kalau dah gatai sgt, pi la peluk mak hang.

Yes I love to use maternal insult when it comes to NO respect to women.

~~~~~~

M ---

I met a guy who amanah, strictly practicing Islam according to the 5 and 6 pillars, kind, generous, keeps his faith as best as he possibly could, in a land where many of my countrymen were taking advantage not to pray, makan ayam katok and speak trash, cause for them, I repent when I am old. life is too short not to live it.

Having said that, I am glad, if really my cita2, tercapai jugak.

young driver - pt 1

2010-10-14T23:05:00.005-04:00

The first time I got my hands on wheels was at the tender age of 9. Nobody, I mean NObody taught me how to use the clutch. All I remembered, I positioned the clutch stick back and forward to gohead & gostan the car.

I did not know that a functional car has 5 gears or 4. yet!

Of course, I was only 9. ayah allowed me to drive his baby because I had to moved it 10 meters in radius back and forth in our small front yard cause I did him a favor of cheap labor mowing the lawn. And it was not the fancy smancy new released Metallic Green Proton Saga 1st edition. It was only a Toyota Colt 1970's model with bright sky turquoise cheap paint job with a very weird horn-looking bumper painted charcoal black and a loose string to keep the trunk hood tight.

Not really a dream car that you will be very proud to show off or drive off to school.

But definitely your ol' man wont mind any one or two small dent around the body.

Having said that, I officially drove my dad's car on the road (without his knowledge) when I was 13 when both my parents went for Umrah/Hajj for almost 3 months. I was warned to keep my hands off from the kitchen but not the car (not that they would expect me dare to drive it).

During that time, I pretty much know (through discreetly observation) it needs to be in gear 1 before change it to gear 2 when the car in moving mode but my knowledge and experience to operate a moving vehicle on legal road was still very very limited.

It was a long 10 minutes drive with a frantic and hysterical sister on the passenger's seat continuously yelling left and right. And she was the quietest in family.

~~~~~~~~

My first driving tutor was my mom. I would like to believe that my driving lessons were pretty challenging as my mom would ask me to take over the wheels on the winding route from Parit Buntaq to Kelang Lama through Sg Karangan. Any true blue Kedah Southerners would know how brutal it can be for amateur to drive in tight two lanes with sharp corners and string of big trucks.

And I was only 15, and no, I said NO 15 yr old kid will refuse any chance to drive.

Although with years of driving experience, I even drove illegally to Penang after SPM, 3x attending the stupid, long and boring driving course, I finally got my driving licence when I was working in Penang.

I actually failed when I was 17 after SPM. Not that I drove badly, but the idiot from JPJ asked for pre-duit raya of RM50 from me through my driving school's teacher.

Eeee tak koser mak k. sib baik masa tu aku budak tak paham bahasa lagi. kalau tak free mak dapat dosa bg rasuah.

to be or not tobe

2010-10-12T22:32:00.003-04:00

A thoughtful friend sent me an article about a lady who kindly shares her miraculous journey to get pregnant.

Instead of feeling inspirational, I felt worse.

I appreciate (not) people's concern on my infertility. yes we're trying but it's NO big deal.

We try all we can until we exhaust all the resources. At the end of the day, we leave the rest to the hand of Allah because we believe He knows what's best for us.

But by sending me articles, talking about it yada yada. Annoying k

Rileks la beb

p/s btw, our gynae told us that I have pretty high testosterone hormone. M said now he knows where all the jumpiness come - siot

Duit raya

2010-10-04T05:52:00.004-04:00

No! I dont get it anymore.

I'd say the pinnacle of people's generosity during Eid must be the blank cheque I received from my brother when I was at the age of 19.

Yes, it is B.L.A.N.K!!! until minutes later my bro asked me to write down the number. it was 3 digits and heaven it was good enough.

my tween years were my golden dollar sign years. Although after graduating and working, the older male figures in the family still giving me the duit raya. Probably they thought me as a minah karan who earn very little until later they found that I was making more than they do. Well the eldest one just about to launch his career in teaching profession while the 2nd one, well, err.. he was the wealthiest one. Thank you to all the development of the country, he hopped from one company to another with a handsome salary increment and perks. and the other two, oh well, let's forget about it!

but as the wise man said - besaq periuk, besaq la kerak.

then, my duit raya turned to be in formed of gift. hey Tie Rack's Scarf was not that bad either.

~~~~~~~

Despite the right reason of supposedly the joy of celebrating eid, duit raya seems to be driving force of me looking forward to complete a month fasting.
And again, not all my duit raya memoirs are all joy. There were years where I completely duped by sista#1 and mak.

suffices to say, duit rayaku bak debu berterbangan di angin lalu

In the marking of the end of Syawal. M and I wishing all my blog readers, Selamat menyambut hari raya.

Persatuan

2010-09-30T09:27:00.002-04:00

Haih. recently and not so recent, many 'pihak' approach me to sign up for their persatuans.

Truthfully, if they really know me, they would know that I am so not a persatuan person.

Aku ni taklah baik sangat but if people need help, kalau boleh tolong. Tolonglah kan

But again. no string attached. No commitment. I do as what I please. No one bossy me around.

And with some persatuan, if you signed up with them, hatta hang p berak ke jamban pun kena buat lapuran.

Apa keslah kan

And with the isi borang and whatnot. Aku taulah ko nak keahlian tu utk apa? dont give me shit about helping people. It's loud and clear you are helping people to help yourself.

haih. semua self interest. Dimanakah hilangnya keikhlasan

And why people get all PMS if i refuse to signup. free country meh. If you need my help and it's for good things, i would be gladly to help but why we have to make it official. do something nice of the name of persatuan. Can it just be nawaitu Lillahi-Taala.

From now on, if people asked me if I would like to signup for their persatuan, I'd say that I already have my persatuan, and it's only limited to 3 people and it's already full. the persatuan is Me, Myself and I.

Iphone!Ipad!I Care??!!

2010-09-28T09:41:00.003-04:00

This morning M told me that RIM came out something like Ipad. a bit smaller.

Indeed I'd like to have one of Apple's product someday. It's not mandatory but it will be nice. However, M opposed the idea of me getting an Iphone. He kept asking me to change my service provider and instead of Iphone , he will get me a Samsung.

Errrkk!!!! SAMSUNG

Just so you know, Samsung Galaxy has 48 apps (whatever it is) double than what Iphone has.

But knowing me, I get bored with gadget pretty fast. So it would be a waste to spend quite moolahs for something that later would be used merely as text messaging and phonecalls.

2010-09-19T22:28:00.002-04:00

I cannot pretend to be who i AM NOT.

Why should I bother with what people think of me if what they think mean nothing.

** this is a random post.

I wonder if M is accepting the job at *LOBLAWS*

I bet some people will take their mind off pretty wild

ahaks

Steak : Tanahair vs Mataair

2010-09-18T20:22:00.002-04:00

being a true blue peghut melayu, I didnt fancy western food that much when I was still living in Tanahair. The closest 'steak' I've got to taste either daging panggang cicah ayaq asam and the one time Cleanguy treated me black pepper steak ygharamtaksedaplangsung at some warung near to Subang.

No fancy smancy restaurant okay.

Thank God for M, he is such a good cook of the opposite malaysian/eastern cooking. I, on the other hand, converted my hardcore sambai tumis teloq palate to some oh la la rib eye steak with beets salad (kannn hangpa pun heran kan kan kan kan)

So when I went back to Malaysia, a friend suggested that we had our gala dinner at our ol'schoolmate's restaurant (promote sket - Pannaz restaurant) for cowboy's cuisine, I was pretty ecstatic.

why?
1. Restoran ni masuk TV ok.
2. My friends raved gloriously about their food
3. I got to taste the real deal compare to years of amateur's who perasan like a 5 stars chef

I ordered an American something that what appeared to me not more than All American breakfast (the sausage, 8 oz of welldone steak - which i loike, another sausage, baked beans and sunny side egg)

no greens - AT ALL

Well, we all know that steak is pretty much standard. black pepper and salt. pan fried or bake or BBQ. but what make a good stake (in my 2 cents)is the gravy and how old they aged the meat.

On the second bite of my steak, M's reigns the supreme. His homemade from scratch gravy using Laziza's apple flavored non alcoholic beer, tasted thousandfold better.

I cleaned my plate like typical me the AhkaktongShamphah. I hold my tongue as I dont want to be labelled perasan but my RM70 with tips aint worth it.

My friends still raved the foods were scrumptious. I didnt say anything cause nobody bothered to ask how good my food is. Well, I am not so popular among schoolmates anyway (espe guys) and with my sister's malfunctioned blouse (keja nak menyembul bra aku ajerr.. eeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii horror mak), i pretty keep all the not-so-positive things to myself.

I dont know what jampi M sprays on his steak, but one thing forsure, I have a mataair not at tanahair who can make just how I like it. :)

2010-09-17T10:54:00.001-04:00

Au revoir Ottawa, bienvenue XX

Raya Open house

2010-09-13T04:40:00.003-04:00

After so long berkelana, I decided to make an open house to some close friends.

Close tak close pun, the guests is almost 60 people.

Jenuh makcik berperang didapor k

The menu for da day were

-Bihun Sup Utara (cheq promote bagai nak rak k)
-Yong Tau Fu
-Mee Goreng
-Kuew teow goreng
-Lemang with Beef and chicken rendang
-Nasi himpit n kuah kacang
-my first time ever ugly looking london almong and choc chic cookies

It was pretty fun. It was good food with great company too. no complaint

p/s will updaate the pics later

2010-09-03T10:31:00.002-04:00

raya will come soon. mak in mekah. am thinking to make an open house. not technically an open house like in Malaysia where everybody can come. but it's raya .. who cares and this is a free country.

Am thinking to bake few cookies coz am not thinking to make nasi for that day. but i havent bake any cookies except for tart nenas for a long time. enjin tarak panas lagi lorr.. and M is not that really a helper in that department.

and the fact my cookies sparing partner sudah tiada.. haih.. pressure beb

Am suddenly missing all my good friends. Would it be great if they are still here.

2010-08-30T20:58:00.002-04:00

a good friend left town for good. I am sad beyond any words

2010-08-20T16:29:00.000-04:00

told sis#1 to make doa a triplet for me when she's infront of Kaabah. Then sis#1 said, can do but you have to give me one.

Dalam hati cheq berkata bagi semua pun takpa

Pak Janggut tau mati aku

Dilemma beb

2010-08-18T13:54:00.001-04:00

nanti aa citer.. tp dilemma.. alahaiii

Breaking Fast & Sahur

2010-08-16T10:39:00.004-04:00

For the 1st couple of days, M worked from home and subsequently cooked for iftar. After fasting for more than 13 hours, apa kes aku nak makan roti dgn salad dgn ayam bakaq aja kan

Whatever it is, Thank you M, for the cooking. but I appreciate if you can clean the kitchen stove to 'my minimum standard'

Angin Mengedik datang menyerang

2010-08-13T00:31:00.003-04:00

sat sat tadi nih cheq ada la p jumpa abekacak kat kedai kophi

Had tang nih, cheq kena sembang dalam bahasha kitalah, kot2 nnt janggut kat ghumah mai baca, mampuih cheq kena tiau.

sebelum cheq p jumpa dia tu, cheq dapat la dia punya kertas kerja, adalah alamat kot alam maya kot2 cheq nak tgk dia gheja kompeni hapa

dah kat situ, cheq saja tekan2 kot2 adala ghupa abe ni laghu mana. cheq dok ingat ni mesti tua bangka kerepot nak mati, skali keluaq gambaq... alahaiiii gigit jari cheq oiiii..segak tak sangka

gatai la apa lagi kan

sebelum cheq jumpa tu, cheq singgah sat kat rumah kawan cheq. cheq pun saja2 la dok tayang kat anak2 dara nih satgi cheq nak p jumpak marka baaeeekkkk punya..

Bukan apa dah tua2 ni kan, cheq saja nak tunjuk kat budak2 muda, kira kacak ka tak, marka nih.. kot2 mata cheq dah kero

lepaih ghamai2 tengok gambaq, maka bersepakat la kami bahawasanya rupanya boleh tahan dong... laghi bersemangat cheq nak p bertemu..habaq mai

tp tula, tgk kot gambaq..apa kes la kan.. quote kawan cheq yg nak mendengki

*buat gewe ni sora itik*
*BO baguih punya*
*mulut berbau*

keberangkalian tu mestilah kan

jadik masa cheq sampai kat depan kedai tu, maka berjumpalah la ngan marka itew.

ALAHAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII..... bergoyah jantung cheq. lupa sat janggut kat ghumah makan sup sorang2

Awan sembilan k

hangpa nak tengok ghupa dia laghu mana

Saja Rasa Senak Titik Angkat Ekoq Rasa Oren

Parlez-vous Francais??!!

2010-08-10T07:44:00.003-04:00

Yesterday, the instructor, the NiceOne, the Historian and I were talking about the benefit of being bilingual (and bilingual we meant English and French).

And as we were talking about the french school, the instructor and the Historian asked me whether I speak the language. And OH MY GOD without shame I said *yes* and my brain instantaneously sending alarming message *diammmm la buduhhhh* to my mouth.

Instead of shutting my karipap hole, I went on that I've stopped at level 5, and my writing and reading are way much better than the oral.

eeeiiiiii!!!!!!!!! Someone shoot me please!

I bet M will bury his head in the sand if he was there.

I didnt know how i managed to pass the exam with 97% mark. Yesss 97% okay. Sangap M swore I copied someone else's paper. Bajet la aku koman sangat

But again, I told ya I am good with exam but I can guarantee you that satu habuk pun tak lekat dlm kepala

saja nak tayang

2010-08-10T03:01:00.000-04:00

but the noodles aiyaaaa manyak sidapppp lorrr

Aku berdoa padaMu ya Allah

2010-08-10T01:03:00.004-04:00

Insyaa Allah Mak and sista#1 will go to Mecca for Umrah this Ramadhan. The last time Mak went to Umrah, I gave her a long list things I would like her to make doa for me. To some, the wishes were pretty bit ridiculous but heavens means a lot to me.

Looking at glass half full, only few things in the list dimakbulkan but I wonder what happened to some of the particular wishes that I REALLY REALLY want them to come true.

When couple of days ago when Mak broke the news about the umrah and Mrcleanguy is going to be a father, which I wasnt really ecstatic about the future newest edition to my father's legacy, I have lost track of how many nieces and nephews I have so far, but mak's going to Umrah means I can kirim some doa again

my previous top 5
1. I will get a job soon
2. BAGI AHKAK CUN KURUS
3. Mak will live longer and healthy, M, PIL and all brothers and sisters and inlaws as well
4. Dimurahkan rezeki
5. May M will get what he's wishing for

But now my top 5 doa is somehow change

oh well, pretty much the same but I asked mak to make doa that Allah would grant M and I triplet.

Yes a bit greedy and ambitious. Am not looking for a twin but me wanted triplet. And Inysaa Allah , I will definitely lose weight in no time. Kill 2 birds with one stone.

Smart.

kakinota - I was wondering why I was never kurus despite the kiriman doa and whatnot. truth to be told, mak never bother to doa that for me.. hampeh

She thought it was a joke. and the fact she kindly shared my list with her friends

**cringed** **cringed**

MAK!!! So NOT FUNNY okay

D.I.E.Z

2010-08-06T23:46:00.004-04:00

in thrive for a perfect 10, I noticed that I dont care about the rest but only myself.

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A friend asked me once, "what's the difference between A and A-? it's A in its context."

To which I replied, " between 4.0 and 3.7, it is a huge different. the number makes more sense."

~~~~~~

An instructor balled her eyes," 9 is not pretty high??!!"

~~~~~~

having said all these numbers, not that I never tasted the lowest of the mark. the loss of a loser.

But if I put my utmost best, tell you mem, I dont give a damn. I want either A or 10.

And usually I dont really care what the rest of the class got, I only interested in challenging myself.

gila psycho

Second Wife @_@ ??!!!

2010-07-17T13:01:00.002-04:00

I attended this one course recently where there were 12 married ladies. I have no idea that they are very curious how old I am as obviously I noticed some of them are younger than me, but ofcourse very fruitful with at least 2 kids.

During one of our lunch break
Lady 1: Are you married??!!
AC : yes I am. It's been a while in fact.
Lady 1: Oh you look very young.
AC: (senyum menyimpul2) Thank you.
Lady 2: Are you muslim?
AC: Yes I am
lady 1: (who apparently know a little bit about Islam) Are you a second wife?

Ahkak Cun almost sprayed her face with nasi

AC: errr NOOOOOO!!!

Lady 3: If you dont mind, how old are you?
AC: Give a guess?
Lady 3: 14

LMAO - yes mem, I was 14, 21 years ago.

Lady 1,2,3&4 : I dont believe it (yes they said it simultaneously), how could you be 35. I dont see any wrinkle in your face.

~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, I told M the story and asked him whether he sees any wrinkles on my face.

Pinching both of my cheeks, he said,

" u know why u dont have wrinkles, u dont have it because u have natural botox. it calls FAT "

mamat ni mmg aaa, haram takmau kasik can langsung

2010-07-13T22:52:00.002-04:00

The other day, M told me that after he got X, he was suggesting that we both move to Matahari Terbit under its scholarship for PhD.

Leaving X salary for a pauper's life and bekas kekasih menunggu.

Hell NO!

2010-07-08T13:33:00.001-04:00

Lyrics | Kris Allen lyrics - No Boundaries lyrics

ujian!!!

2010-07-07T23:47:00.002-04:00

When the weather is scorching hot, M and I decided to fast.

Well, someone bernazar and as a supported wife, I tag along.

baikkan i

but M suggested that we go for a vacation during this time in next 5 years.

Australia or Argentina

baru tuhan uji sket. akhirat nanti macamana la

Buat Apa?

2010-07-06T11:43:00.002-04:00

I noticed that many people, whom by the chance know me, always asked

"dok rumah buat apa?"

And they mean by how I fulfilling my long 5 weekdays when M and hang-out buddies go to work.

well, one thing forsure, I know that I am searching vigorously for a job. and looking for a job, with CV and coverletter tailoring is very time consuming and yes I definitely call it a full time job.

It's tiring and emotionally-depressing. I have to make cold calls, talk nice yada yada.

so not my fortait

And apart from the job hunting. I have to take care 5 cats, oh well, M does most of the jobs, I supiring M back and forth. cooking, not everyday though but most of time. M is gettin' lazy these days. and the list goes on and on.

Seriously, I dont know how can I put up if, Insyaa Allah, one day , I have a job and children.

I betcha I'll be one headless chicken mamma.

2010-07-06T11:41:00.001-04:00

org tanam sayuq, aku pun nak tanam.

tp awat semua buah dok bantut nihhhhhhhhhhh

but the herbs masyaa Allah.. berimbun2

habuk seranting pun aku tak guna. cehh

so schweet

2010-07-03T02:49:00.002-04:00

We went to X and I was required to do a blood test. M escorted me to the room for moral support though he cant stand blood.

As I used to be a frequent donor, to extract out some blood was such an easy peasy lemon squeezy task. While the nurse handling the needle etc, M said

"those with bigger heart, has more blood"

I took it as a technical phrase at the beginning until the lab tech went with 'oohs' and 'aaas' to M's remarks

My honey bunny is such a sweetheart.

2010-07-03T02:28:00.002-04:00

I took entrepreneurship course just for fun. As people closed to me knew how bad I was in dealing business. Nevertheless, I gained many useful knowledge and new friends.

After re-thinking about how my life has gone so far and how I was so tired to be 100% financial dependent to M, I decided to open a very small scale business which operated a limited hours/day so I can spend more time with M and finally earning the extra dough.

Unfortunately, M disagreed.

As he is my ultimate investor dragon, having him to opt out my choice to be a restaurateur, had left me frustrated.

From all the illogical excuses he gave me, I finally figured that he wanted me to spend more time with him at home.

didnt i tell most people that our views of marriage is companionship rather than typical kepala hotak orang melayu tak habis2 pikiaq kawin is nothing more than beromen.

but the freedom of having my own moolahhhhhhh

Bonne fete mon amour

2010-06-25T21:11:00.000-04:00

enjoy yr last year of the thirties

Pencopek

2010-06-13T20:52:00.007-04:00

I love to grow my own vegetables, despite of as M like to put it that I have a thumb from hell, everything i've grown usually dont live long enough to be harvested.

For that reason, after bugging M left and right, until he couldnt take it anymore, he finally helped me out planting some home-grown garden.

Help means he pretty much do all the work.

Nevertheless, to give my purple thumb a benefit of the doubt (and to proof M wrong ), I planted the chili's seed and prayed hard that it will not give up on me

lo and behold, take a look at pics plezzz

this is hasil tangan M: Tomatoes, Red/Green/Yellow pepper, eggplant, brocoli, and variety of herbs.

Ehem! my first ever plant!

Ok not as green as M's but it actually grows people.

~~~~~~~

As our ehem *garden* ehem grows encouragingly, we have seen bulbs of the tomatoes and the peppers. and the one that almost ready to pick is the broccoli, give and take another week, it will be ready to be served on the dining table.

As we had guests yesterday, I suggested that why dont we pluck the broccoli. And like always, M with his favorite disapproval eyes-popped, objected the idea instantly.

this afternoon, I heard M was cursing at the back yard. Thinking that the furries might digging a hole in the sand again, I didnt bother to go back until M called me up and showed the missing bulb.

Cisss..celaka ko tupai! the little thief stole our first broccoli. and they ate the leaves of the eggplant too.

I guess our anticipation for the broccoli will have to extend to another year.

Dang!

Membawa diri

2010-06-13T16:47:00.000-04:00

There are times in life where you have to go and breakaway. To be stuck in the place where all your worst memories in life are, is like to be in the horror movie either you awake or sleep.

And with all the negativism around you will only shape you as a bitter person.

And to be happy in this life, bitter is not in the department.

Having said all these, recently, someone dear told me about her love interest became a love conflict. Coming out from broken marriage with couple kids in tow, she stuck to the place she seemed a safety net but it is a mirage of spider web.

the life she's living is sucks. with instability of income and mental state of mind, she worked her ass off with what she has left.

Not so much, in fact almost none. but for the sake of the children, she picked little pieces of herself and with the help of the ol' mutha.

The ol' mutha, well, this post is not about her.

So, when she met stranger after years barely surviving with the broken heart, somehow the icy cold heart sparks a little flame.

Stranger had warmed the little icy heart with a blanket of caring and love.

After a while, love is in the air and she's like a high school teenager who fell in love with her crush.

But then , like any bollywood's movie, there's always a superior authority who like to be the slacker.

Stranger and someone dear is pretty much rushing to important decisions without considering the little things that patch the concrete foundation. Probably due to the age matter, they skip all the mumbo jumbo of typical love crap.

The mutha indeed is not happy at all. In fact she furious. Someone dear was sad because she really wants the mutha's blessing and desperately need to get out from the place.

Knowing someone dear and the life she has been through at this moment, I definitely agree that she needs the break from the life she's in right now.

truthfully, I can relate to what she's been through now. The emotional roller coaster side of view that is. Although there are things I'd like to do differently but being to where I am now at this moment, I dont regret one bit.

To you who know who you are. do what your gut says, after all in all the times in your life, I've seen the best of you when you were there, the place where you insyaa Allah will return soon.

2010-06-02T06:00:00.001-04:00

this coming 3 months wil be very very busy pour moi.

Secret code

2010-05-25T12:38:00.007-04:00

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a list of secret code that only 6 of us understand. and my gal buddies were Nancy drew wannabe or at least we would like to think that we are The Famous Five - Kulim version, we copied-cat every moves, tricks, codes as far as we can go.

Anything that can leave up to our imaginations.

So, when I stumbled the piece of cloth that probably dated back in 1980s, where I handwritten the name of the first group we had ever established, I was ecstatic.

The story behind it: Ralph Macchio was a hot dude during the one of the most quotable piece of the 80's movie history, none other than The Karate Kid - BANZAI!!!. therefore, whatever we did, they must evolved around Japanese words, calligraphic, character, etc. So, it is not suprising if our first ever group named after some martial art's school

~~~~~~~~

And then come the loveS of my clueless teenage life, New Kids On the Block. When most of my galbuddies had a folder of NKOTB's Step by Step bonus pack cassette tape, I contented enough with my pasar malam's tape which i purchased for RM2.50. Of course I was envy with my galbuddies for carrying around the folder to school but I have 20 cats to feed solely on my RM10 allowance ( mak subsidized the rice) and mail postage to my penpals ( we dont have internet yet!). But once in a blue moon well that once indeed came only once, my galbuddies and I went to Penang for a movie and button-shopping. Unlike my other galbuddies who can afford to buy 20 pieces in one go, I purchased mine 2,3 one at the time. Again, I have 20 felines. When I found my NKOTB's relics in one of the boxes that tugged away in the corner, I was contemplating either to throw them away or to keep them as one of my teenager's memoirs. NKOTB is definitely my teen transition phase from Ralph Macchio's craziness pre teen era.

~~~~~~

From series of tapes, buttons, t-shirts of NKOTB, I moved to rather expensive collective items; COMICS

The genre still the same, it's all about martial art. Instead of falling in love with a real human form (Jordan Knight, Mark Walhberg , bla bla bla), I was falling in love with Naga Merah.... Naga Merah..auwwwww

If there's a Chinese or Asiatic guy look exactly like Naga Merah. Tua ni ai ai pu yau.

Aaron Kwok is not too bad either

Well, I was/am a hardcore fan of tony Wong's martial comics. My galbuddies didnt share the same interest cause it's comic people and they are like the Tommy Page's long lost love.

Unfortunately, my comics cannot protect themselves from the rage of termites and my nephews. hundreds of ringgit were thrown away by mutha cause they are not in the readable-shape. The space of my comics now is replaced with mak's collection of Wanita, Jelita and such.

Mental ok majalah2 pompuan kat bawah katil aku

Having said all these, I think I will resume my comics collection. well, some of the contents are PG18, but thanks to censorship body in malaysia, what I seen two blurry figures in provocative action. It was erased but u pretty much know what's going on. So not ideal for young readers.

Prezzar

2010-05-15T16:16:00.003-04:00

I have to say, it is more annoying when people ask me about " Are you working yet?" rather than " Do you have a kid yet?"

~~~~~~~

I called mom weeks back just to check her out. On one of her usual questions:

Mak: AC dah dapat keja ka belum?
AC: Dak lagi la mak
Mak: *with a sad tone* hmm.. AC buat la kuih2 menjuai kat sana nu

Alahaiiiii..........

~~~~~~~

few days ago, while we were cruising along the Rockliffe promenade, suddenly M said

*you know, if you continue the Phd program, you will be halfway through.*

Dilemma beb!

~~~~~~

For whatever reason, I am not giving up or lost hope. I know one day I will have the job. Amin!

ApeKeMEnde

2010-05-14T13:22:00.002-04:00

I went to youtube to check on Croquembouche but ended up watching Tommy Page's songs

Does any of you youngsters know him??

To be honest, I am not the biggest fan of Tommy Page. As a matter of fact I am not his fan at all. And I loathed all his slow romantic love songs. but I like couple of his because NKOTB is the backup singers. BIAS kan!

As I havent heard his songs like more than 20 years, why not giving it a spin. To my horror, I still remember the lyrics. I told ya that I loathed his songs.

while humming "I'm Falling in Love" (bapak jiwang karat punya lagu), I read all the comments about him and of course most of the commentaries were " I love him", "I grew up with this song" bla bla. But one comment made me LMAO, quote as below:

HAHA......I cant believe u could think that he was indian HAHA....fart on ur face...he is an american but his voice is truely combination of britney spears too...if they both go on duet they would be cartoon.

How could anyone think of Tommy Page as an Indian??!!!!

Boy that must be tubes of Fair& Lovely.

Family

2010-05-12T13:55:00.003-04:00

Sambung jugaklah.. at least if I forgotten some memories, I can always come and read in this blog :).

Drama follows me everywhere, especially when am in tanahair terchenta.

My verbal nemesis is none other than UKgal. Me and her kinda have this love-hate relationship. I love her but hate her guts. and our personality is completely the opposite.

and that doesnt help!

after years of merantau, things changed a lot and so did people. and family is not an exception. I feel bad for not be there or involved as much. the distance make it harder for all this to happen.

Yet, people expect me to understand their situations.

~~~~~~~~~~

Oui, J'ai les freres. but to actually have a brotherly figure in my entire life is like none. Probably the male-chauvinist-ism I had when I was small until later in my teenager years had somehow convinced me that males are born to be pathetic.

nevertheless, my relationship with mes freres. I dont know, it's ok but not the kind of cincang-ayaq-takkan-putus relationship.

So, when I came back and having bro#? opened up about stuff, made me ketakketahuan. I am honored actually but it kinda set the bar up high and I dont know whether I can maintained it.

Cause as mak put it, I am a very emotional psychopath whose mood always under the weather. Ok I made up the word psychopath.

But I still am very emotional. short-tempered. loose canon. Direct and bitchy when i reach to my boiling point.

But they know I dont hold grudge. after 2 or 6 years, I will come back home and happy to see everybody.

I guess it is takkan putus air dicincang

2010-05-07T12:23:00.001-04:00

Mim Alif Lam Alif sin .... BIG TIME!

nak sambung ke tak nak ek cerita ceriti cuti2 Malaysia. Macam ada orang baca hahahahah

KLCC

2010-05-05T08:32:00.004-04:00

On my 1st week in Malaysia while waiting for my wallet to arrive (some clumsiness that caused my eardrum almost to explode from the screaming of the other half), I decided to follow sis#1 to KLCC every morning.

As she claimed that breakfast is not her routine and I have nothing better to do, I had my generic Malaysian breakfast, Nasi Lemak Kosong, which cost me a freaking RM3.50 for half-boiled egg, kecik nak mati anchovies, burned peanuts, 2 thin slices of cucumber and sambal bawang in the left wing on the 3rd floor of KLCC which now I claimed as my new morning pad.

Haih...

The objective of me hanging out in da pad was to kill my boredom or waiting for the bank or the cyber cafe to be opened or waiting for peminatpinkygtakblehblah's sisters. I chewed the rice or whatever in my plate 400times while enjoying the hustle and bustle of the working people of what else if not the giant oil company of tanah air terchenta.

When I looked at,especially, the working females in and out the foodcourt, I was thinking to myself, "dude! dont you think you are missing sum'in'"

I found myself took a very very heavy sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~

After my jaw feels hurt (the 400x chewing - remember), I know it's time to go elsewhere. I finished all the sweetened drink left and I marched to concourse level.

I know I can at least entertain myself with the passersby there.

As I will sit there for quite sometimes, I figured that might as well I get comfortable. And by getting comfortable is by sitting bersila against the wall of the elevator and play Soduko.

I noticed there were 2-3 gentlemen in black, heavy with walkie talkie, which I dont think so KLCC is a terrorist ultimate target anyway, were looking so super freaking busy.

Not that I care caused my mind was thinking to get busy with the Soduko.

Not within 3 minutes in my most comfortable sitting position, one of the men in black approached me.

MIB: Adik, tak dibenarkan duduk bersila
AC: Apadia?!!

MIB gave me the look of i'llkickyourbutouttahere

MIB: Tak boleh duduk bersila disini

In order to avoid any scene, I just agreed to whatever thing he said and put my feet down instantaneously.

I am so waiting for any matsalleh to sit the way that I did so I can give the MIB a piece of me.

~~~~~~~~~~

As my sitting position was not approved by royal protocol MIB, I was wandering around KLCC for nicer and comfy spot to, now, read my Sidney Sheldon book which I recently purchased 25cent from Value Village. And voila! a nice comfy sofa chair, big and cushioned enough for my buttock to rest for the next couple of hours.

The thing is, it is located between the so-called two high end boutique.

Good thing I read English book. I know that I will definitely get my ass kick out by another MIBster if I flipping Harakah (all about the status people ~ haih!!!!tenfold sigh)

Nevertheless, by sitting in this area had opened myself into another kind of targets. Jeng je jeng! L&G, I welcome you not, Miss Unit trust.

Err..adik manis, tak semua orang yg duduk kat sinun, baca buku omputih, semestinya banyak duit.

If she ever know my *ehem* banking situation

~~~~~~~~~

Who knows the escalator trips can be very colorful with people's cengkerama.

The unbelievable see-through tops the lasses were wearing.

The bags, the shoes, the clothes, the glasses, the TUDUNGs.

The talks of all walk abouts, family, cars, bfs, aweks, Jakarta, foods.

But the most eye sore was the malay girl tergedik2 with foreigner boyfriend.

The most loud, most skin and most clingy.

Looks like she wanted to climb her boyfriend or something.

Rileks la dik.

2010-05-01T20:48:00.000-04:00

Berkm2 aku jalan, turun 250g je.

Sungguh tak patut

Akhirnya

2010-04-30T05:28:00.004-04:00

Maksudnya :
"Ya Allah, rahmatilah kami dengan Al-Quran. Jadikan ia imam kami, cahaya, petunjuk dan rahmat bagi kami. Ya Allah, ingatkan kami apa yang kami lupa, dan ajarkan kami apa yang kami jahil. Kurniakanlah kepada kami agar dapat membacanya pada waktu malam dan pada waktu siang. Jadikanlah ia perisai kami, wahai Tuhan sekelian alam."

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Living in kafirun country, I believe, in my most humble opinion, in order to keep me on track is to stick to the Islamic belief and practicing it with sincerity.

Nonetheless, I noticing that I pretty much do only the wajib instead of supplement the wajibs with the 'sunat's. I am so not happy with it.

The opportunity to go back home had somehow revived the spirit of the old-self. I've forgotten how my soul was so deprived and thirsted for the extra snacks.

It has been more than 10 years, I didnt step my foot on Masjid's door for subuh prayer. But having that chance again, it made me feel so emotional and sad altogether. I got all misty eyes during standing prep to face the Great Allah AWT. and the misty eyes became pouring rain when I was with mak standing besides.

In the serenity of the dawn, I wished that the time stay still.

Walimah

2010-04-26T09:12:00.004-04:00

My homecoming was a sudden trip, I must say. Well, there was a plan but the date was unknown. I purchased my ticket less than a week ( 4 days I guess!) and did the shopping craze in 3 days.

My reason of going home is because of this guy. ;) and of course helping mak through out prior to the wedding.

There were tons of stuff need to be done. The last time we had a wedding almost 10 years ago and it was not mine of course.

Having said that, most people that I/we met were rather surprised cause at mak's golden age, where on earth she still can have unmarried children. And I was the primary target of the bride to be. Ahaks!! padan muka M!

Much to their disappointments, when they see the names on the card. Much to my disappointment, suddenly my 9 years-old niece is now my daughter.

Damn!

But to think of it with the age of my marriage right now, my first born should be that age. If I have one.

But I dont, and nothing else matter.

Dear Cleanguy, I wished you and your bride a happiness ever after.

Return to IceAge

2010-04-22T06:36:00.006-04:00

When PeminatPinkYgTakLehBlah asked me whether I have internet connection at home, I was burst with laughter, especially with the look she got from her husband.

Her hunch was right. Not just that I dont have internet connection, I dont even have any mean of telecommunication; cellular nor cable.

*Though the fact we have astro*

*Though the fact that my mother has 2 cellphones and 2+1 workable lappys*

*Though the fact that everyone has cellphone except for moi*

Nevertheless, although I was completely cutoff with the outside world, I didnt miss a thing.

*The fact that I have more free time and the urges to go to internet to read FB, blogs were completely depleted (YES!What a HUGE surprise chum!).

*The fact I have more time to go out (but in this case stuck indoor cleaning out the endless mess)

*The fact that I no longer bother to charge my cellphone

Seriously, I felt technologically-liberating. I am no longer internet-slave. I dont care if my inbox flooded with e-mails or spams. I dont care any thing that is not happening infront of me or/and in the vicinity of my kampung. The virtual world doesnt exist - at that time.

And life is much simpler.

Shouldnt it be that way?

If I were in kampung (sans internet) at this moment where now I am typing my entry, I would be somewhere in warung to buy nasi lemak and hustle my niece to go to school.

Mind you, M like cicak makan kapur, he was going mad for being out of touch.

Rilekslah beb!

Selingan ~

2010-04-20T14:48:00.003-04:00

Yesterday we had leftover from MemSahab's lunchie.

M: Your language all sound the same. one word can bring a lot of meanings
AC: (muka malas nak melayan pasai laki dah start nak merepek) Such AS??!
M: what do u guys said sleep in Malay, it sounds like Kentot

* told ya he started to merepek *

AC: Mana mai Tidoq sounds like Kentut?
M: Oh, not that word, it's the other one, Kenyunck (Kenyang). see sounds the same, Kenyunck and kentot.

As M done with his dinner, he rubbed his belly and fakely burped

M: Alhamdullilah, I am so kentot
AC: Eeewww you are so gross.

~~~~~~~~~~

One nite on the way home from MemSahab's house

M: did you bring that Padtai?
AC: WHAT???!!!!!
M: the stinky thing that u guys eat with the shrimp
AC: She didnt cook any padthai and we didnt eat any padthai?
M: Yes we did, i can eat it raw. make the urine smells stink
AC: Ooo PETAI lah, padthai mai mana.

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I was doing my cross-stiched when M came over from the basement

M: hey, what kawchow (kacau) means? It has few meanings rite?
AC: yeah, it depends on where and what for
M: yes, yes tell me
AC: Kacau as stirring and kacau like disturb. for example like now, you are kacau me with all these questions. but in a good way, can u please kacau the sayoq on the stove.
M: yeah rite

Oh M, why dont you just give up from butchering my language.

2010-04-14T09:19:00.002-04:00

I wished something good come out and M can xxxxx what he actually planned this year.

Not that I really want it, I want it for him.

Please Ya Allah. grant me this one wish. Ameen

So much of cravings

2010-04-14T08:41:00.007-04:00

Before I came back, I made a long list of food I'd like/must eat.

True enough, I didnt waste any time marching to food parlor or any fast food branch to satiate my craving of prosperity burger the very moment I landing to the ground of tanahair terchenta.

Not that i wanted to eat it so much, I probably had it like less than 5 times in my entire life but seizing the Gong Xi Fa Cai McD's specialty and after termakan hasut of outrages raving from the mother, I surrendered to the urge that I didnt bother to have nonetheless.

Honestly, looking down at the burger, (after missed couple floors, went down and up again, not forgetting the left and right turns) I was so unconditionally, completely and irrevocably disappointed. The burger was mushy and drowning in black pepper sauce, the chili sauce was so unbelievably hot; my tongue was numb from the burning sensation, my head was spinning hard like a wheel, and I perspired like a oink.

Only the iced milo tasted heavenly good.

Who am I trying to fool me? I am only a Minah Kampung who enjoy a good ol' fashioned way nasi campoq in kakilima warung or any burger ayam special depan masjid.

yes, the burger wrapper, the ambience; they all looked nice but I need the kick of thin crispy greasy chicken patties layered in God knows what (fried shallots??!!), smoldering with local brand chili sauce and cheap mayo. Probably the CO2 from the passing vehicles gave the extra ummph.

Motorbike

2010-04-13T09:38:00.006-04:00

I havent ride a motorbike for more than 10 years. Although I used to ride a bike back and forth between Penang and home when I was working in Penang, I never owned 1. The motorbike which I used to ride was a courtesy from bro#2 and sometimes, I exchanged using it with bro#3.

Thanks to sis#1 who is riding a bike to work and also to anywhere bike-reachable (literally everywhere), I was riding down into memory lanes.

I mean, beyond my imagination that I would one day will go through the routes my classmates and I had rode many times during our college years, and it was a freaking eons ago and now, it was me, riding behind my sister, with 110 km/hr speed, with L sticker at the rear of the scooter (yes, she's still a Lembu Licence holder),my buttock felt numb and my hemorrhoid will plunge out any second and we were riding through the past of my life.

Of course a lot of things have changed. But during that moment, I felt the young Adik Cun resurfaced.

And how I wished 'that' magically stop beside us at red traffic light.

"Every day so many people pass through our lives, each person leaving behind a small part of themselves, giving us a broader understanding of life" -quote

Pengorbanan ibu

2010-04-11T09:22:00.003-04:00

I brought forward my Malaysia trip so my friend and I can go back together. She with 3 yrs-old tot and ~7mths preggie and traveling alone, something that I can't think of. Nevertheless, thanks to her 'fewer luggage' had allowed me to squeeze my excessive luggage into her empty slot.

Thank you Tokey Lembu Merah for sending me to the airport and also those friends who volunteer their assistance. I knew M was a bit taken of with me at the airport. But wont we always like that..hahahaha

I never traveled with young kid. It was quite an experience, a definite experience that I dont think so that I would LUUURRVVVEEEE to experience it soon. Am not saying that her kid was a Tasmanian rat, she behaved better than I am I guess but something touching me dearly when I saw her slept on top of her mommy's growing belly on 13hours flight.

It was tough man.

I couldnt even bear the fat on top of my belly.

And the mother done it without a single complaint.

Hats off to you!

RumaH ManiS RumaH

2010-04-05T09:57:00.002-04:00

I have no idea how I missed my house, my bed, M, furries so much. but curling up in my own bed and blanket with abe disisi

Bak kata Belinda Carlisle - Oh Heaven is a place on Earth

After almost 3 days on the road Alhamdullilah I finally arrived at home safe and sound. The journey was tiring but having 3 seats all for myself on more than 13 hours flight. Aint complaining girlfriend.

Aint sure of writing down my trips and makan angin. But there are few personal experiences that I probably would like to share with others.

I didnt eat as much as I would like myself to eat. The most ridiculous craving I did was eating RM10 of goreng cempedak (Imagine the huge portion okay) and I ended up not enjoying the show and the awesome food at Restoran Nelayan in Kota Kinabalu.

Not forgetting the typhoon-type migraine attacking me at the very moment. What a bummer!

I will upload pics and insya Allah have the mood to upload in my deserted blog

Sabar ya!

2010-03-30T10:41:00.002-04:00

every start has its end

and so is my balik kampung trip.

Lots to jot

Old memories, breaking news, hearts that broken or mended, forgiven glitch, reconciliation feud, breathtaking views

I missed M oh so much

not forgotten the furries

Can't wait to come home but my heart break to leave the loved ones behind

C'est la vie

Musnah harapanku

2010-02-12T23:43:00.004-05:00

When we went to the bank the other day, hatiku berbunga2 when I saw M changed the dough.

Deep down in my heart, I was jumping with joy cause I would have more reason to enjoy my *ehem* balik kampung trip.

But

ku ingatkan panas hingga ke petang, rupa2nya hujan di tghari

M has his own agenda of how the dough should be spent

Sayonara Singapore, Au revoir Sabah

I cant afford you just yet.

Balik Kampung

2010-02-09T22:10:00.002-05:00

Yes I am

Suprise? Indeed

Korang percaya ke? percaya la

Shopping

Told mak that no more souvenir this time around as I spent ~$3K during my last visit

Nak apa lagi la kan

But being pompuan

Kirim salamlah

Tommy, Guess, Esprits and not forgotten Value Village - 50% sale

plus pesanan penaja

hmm.. having said that should i make a jiffy shop at Levi's Outlet?!!

Pengsanlah kekanda M when he sees the bill this month

reminiscing

2010-02-06T00:01:00.005-05:00

A very old song when I was very small but the lyrics and the song itself bring so much memories of one of the nights where my sisters and I listening to the only available radio station inside bilik kecik when the lights off.

There was no luxury of CD player nor MP3 let alone Ipod. what we had only an old radio, survived with collective cello-tape bandage.

But we hummed the song, shared stories/dreams while these songs played at the lowest volume until ayah gave his warning cough from bilik besaq cross the room.

In one of the craziest nights, my sisters will go out and walked around kampung in the wee hours of 3 o'clock in the morning with their faces white with bedak sejuk and had mistakenly caused the infamous hantu simpang that some of unlucky kampung chaps met.

I must say that my sisters must be helluva brave bunch of gals to wander around kampung with the only torch of moonlight.

I missed the ol' times. It wasnt much but it is mine.